meet me here
We moved next into the living room. This was a quiet, comfortable room with a warm atmosphere. I liked it. It had a fireplace, sofa, overstuffed chairs, a bookcase and an intimate atmosphere.
He also seemed pleased by it. He said, “Indeed, this is a delightful room. Let’s come here often. It’s secluded and quiet, and we can have good talks and fellowship together.”
Well, naturally, as a young Christian I was thrilled. I couldn’t think of anything I could rather do than have a few minutes alone with Christ in close companionship.
He promised, “I will be here every morning early. Meet me here and we will start the day together.”
So, morning after morning, I would go downstairs to the living room. He would take a book of the Bible from the bookcase, open it, and we would read it together. He would unfold to me the wonder of God’s saving truth record on its pages and make my heart sing as he shared all he had done for me and would be to me. Those times together were wonderful. Through the Bible and his Holy Spirit he would talk to me. In prayer I would respond. So our friendship deepened in these quiet times of personal conversation.
However, under the pressure of many responsibilities, little by little, this time began to be shortened. Why, I’m not sure. Somehow I assumed I was just too busy to give special, regular time to be with Christ. This was not a deliberate decision, you understand; it just seemed to happen that way. Eventually not only was the period shortened, but I began to miss days now and then, such as during midterms or finals. Matters of urgency demanding my attention were continually crowding out the quiet times of conversation with Jesus. Often I would miss it two days in a row or more.
One morning, I recall rushing down the steps in a hurry to be on my way to an important appointment.
As I passed the living room, the door was open. Glancing in I saw a fire in the fireplace and Jesus sitting there. Suddenly, in dismay, it came to me, “He is my guest. I invited him into my heart! He has come as my Savior and Friend to live with me. Yet here I am neglecting him.”
I stopped, turned and hesitantly went in. With downcast glance I said, “Master, I’m sorry! Have you been here every morning?”
“Yes,” he said, “I told you I would be here to meet with you.” I was even more ashamed! He had been faithful in spite of my faithlessness. I asked him to forgive me and he did, as he always does when we acknowledge our failures and want to do the right thing.
He said, “The trouble is that you have been thinking of the quiet time, of Bible study and prayer, as a means for your own spiritual growth. This is true, but you have forgotten that this time means something to me also. Remember, I love you. At a great cost I have redeemed you. I value your fellowship. Just to have you look up into my face warms my heart. Don’t neglect this hour if only for my sake. Whether or not you want to be with me, remember I want to be with you. I really love you!”
My Heart- Christ’s Home, Robert Boyd Munger
When I first read this booklet several years ago, this particular passage struck my heart and lodged there. Ever since, I have tried to remember that a “quiet time” isn’t just for me, it’s for Jesus, too. It’s time HE values because He values ME. It revolutionized the way I looked at time with the Lord! Although, like the author, I prefer time spent with Jesus to be first thing in the morning, the past few weeks I’ve had to extend some grace to myself knowing that it had already been extended by my Father and stopped waking up extra early for the sake of our little one. After she moved into her own room, though, I knew it was time to start back up. I’ve MISSED these times… the ONLY time in the day when my role as Mama hasn’t begun yet, and there is the echo of silence in the darkness.
Funny thing is that almost every morning I wake up early, Miss J does, too. I’ve started to set my alarm for a little before 5am just to be able to squeeze in enough one-on-one time with my Creator before the littlest wakes… because she doesn’t realize that waking at 5:30am is a cue to roll over and fall back asleep. When she is up, she is up. End of story!
Yesterday, I was a little frustrated by her precise 5:32am appearance…
But then, I realized that the book she chose to get out was a child’s devotional Bible. Bible time for her, Bible time for me. Add a little coffee to the mix, and I could see some beauty in this picture.
And then this morning, again at EXACTLY 5:32am I hear her door open, and my heart cried out, “Why, Lord? Why does she continue to disturb this time that is for me and you?”
And I heard, clear as a bell in my mind,
“A cord of three strands is not easily broken.”
(reference is from Ecclesiastes 4:12)
Although I’ve always heard this verse in reference to marriage, my eyes were opened again today. The Word of God is active and alive, and when I’m struggling with how to become more bonded to this new daughter of mine, He gives me a way. He reminds me that it’s not just me and Him and then me and her. It’s the three of us together. It’s Him working to make something stronger than if I tried to do it on my own. So, with this new revelation sunk deeply in my heart, I sigh, and I recognize that Jesus doesn’t just want time with me, He wants time with Julianne, too. In fact, He wants time with both of us together.
So, together, we worship…
And I sing under my breath with the music,
Open up, open up you ancient gates… open up, open up, the King is coming!
I will meet Him here. I may fail some mornings, and I may rise and yet lose my patience later in the day, but I will meet Him.
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